To live another person's life is quite a weird thing.

Like many Catholics, I was very affected by the personality of Jesus and that impression, pious as it was, has stayed with me.

I hated Sundays when I was growing up in Streatham, south London. Everything closed down and stopped.

Shakespeare speaks for the human heart but Dickens speaks for the social man and for injustices.

When children have grieving parents it's also common for them to feel an obligation to cheer them up and make them happy.

Very often my weekends are spent performing on Saturday, on stage in the afternoon and again in the evening.

The elderly are all someone's flesh and blood and we cannot just shut them in a cupboard and hand over the responsibility for taking care of them to the state.